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When I was young and a post-doc,
one day I was in pain;
my lab was dark, my thesis yet ungraded,
for tombs to scorn the laughing sun;
what was this darkness? This was different,
my carbon de-Flibstron did not see;
yet a man walked into the lab,
he did not belong here;
he was gone, and I did not know,
where I was going or where to now go;
did I choose wrongly? To become Dr. X?
Of course not, you boneheaded diary! Stop laughing at me!
Yes, my father did say I would make a horrible poet,
but why must you laugh as well?
I am happy as Dr. X! That man was wrong!
Action Man must be destroyed, and he claimed otherwise!
To the last day of the final coin, the man is wrong forever!
Brins would appreciate it if you didn't swear in your comments
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